As opiates to the sick on wakeful… As light to flowers, as flowers in… As to the fisher when the tempest… The cheerful twinkling of his vill… As emerald isles to flagging swall…

THE maiden meadows softly blush Beneath the enamoured breeze, And break into one purple flush Of frail anemones. Violet and rose and vermeil white,

Sun-Tanned men and women, toiling… Seven I count in all, in yon fiel… Where the rich ripe ears in the ha… Glow an orange gold through the sw… Busy life is still, sunk in broodi…

AS many stars as are aglow Deep in the hollows of the night As many as the flowers that blow Beneath the kindling light; As many as the birds that fly

Thy life, O Man, in this brief mo… Time’s narrow bridge whereon we da… With an infinitude on either hand Receding luminously from our eyes. Lo, there thy Past’s forsaken Par…

FLEETER than a tone scarce born That melts away, Sweeter than a dream of morn That shuns the day, Swifter than a rainbow fading out…

Three tall poplars beside the pool Shiver and moan in the gusty blast… The carded clouds are blown like w… And the yellowing leaves fly thick… The leaves, now driven before the…

CEDARS of Lebanon! Labyrinths… Making a mystery of open day; With layers of gloom keeping the… And solemn boughs which never bloo… Contemporaries of that great Crus…

HOW the lilacs, the lilacs are gl… And white through the delicate ver… The blossoming boughs of the hawth… Like beautiful brides in their bri… With cobwebs for laces, and dewdro…

IS this the Cottage, ivy-girt and… And this the path down which our… When, in the April of his love, s… Made all his mighty pulses throb a… Where, mid coy buds and winking fl…

Lo, haply walking in some clatteri… Where throngs of men and women dum… Like shifting pictures seen within… Which leave no trace behind—one se… In roads once trodden by our mutua…

BETWEEN the sandhills and the s… A narrow strip of silver sand, Whereon a little maid doth stand, Who picks up shells continually Between the sandhills and the sea.

Once on a golden day, In the golden month of May, I gave my heart away— Little birds were singing. I culled my heart in truth,

Another full-orbed year hath waned… And set in the irrevocable past, And headlong whirled long Time’s… My fluttering rose of youth is bor… Ah rose once crimson with the bloo…

All my heart is stirring lightly Like dim violets winter-bound, Quickening as they feel the bright… Glowing sunlight underground. Yea, this drear and silent bosom,